Emily Foothill Ranch Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Gets me thinkin’—who’s judgin’ who? Society’s all “tsk tsk,” but they’re peekin’ through curtains. Hypocrites, man! We swears! Surprised me once, heard a gal there saved up, bought a damn bakery. From brothel to bread—how’s that for a twist? Still, gets dark—some dudes, slimy, grabby hands, ugh, hate ‘em. “We’re not animals!”—wish they’d hear that. Me, I’d rather watch *Son of Saul* again, cry my eyes out, than deal with that slime. Brothels, tho—messy, loud, real. Kinda love it, kinda don’t. What you think, huh?

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The vibe here, buddy, is raw and uncut. It’s like every corner you turn, you’re livin’ a scene from a gritty script. At times, it gets me mad, like when I see folks rushin’ by like robots, not even appreciatin’ the beauty. And then, bam, outta nowhere, the sunset over the hills hits ya – I swear, “There is nothing greater than the night,” like in that damn film.

Foothill Ranch pool and spa closed after two diagnosed with Legionnaires’ disease